Song Shushu has no intention of putting the object sounds used for experiments in the previous matches. Who hasn’t clicked on the trump card yet?
Her business has been a little busy recently. On the one hand, she has the creation needs for the next issue, and on the other hand, she has the theme song creation that Lin Bai had negotiated for her before.
In her opinion, Party A this time is of a certain standard. It may be that the previous studios have only been exposed to small fish and shrimps. In the past, such orders basically required buying out the songs they had already created to use as soundtracks.
, rarely customized according to the plot.
However, they said that the final film had not been cut out yet, and they were not in a hurry to request the finished film. Song Shushu did not expect that one day she would get priority viewing rights, and it felt very strange.
Probably all creators have a similar problem. When they have no inspiration, they will think of some random things in their minds. The pen in their hand seems to be directly connected to the brain waves, and they can draw some true inner thoughts.
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With a cold face, Song Shushu crumpled up the rough sketch of a cat he had unknowingly drawn at his age and threw it into the trash can. He held his head and tried to analyze himself.
I don't know how long I was silent, but the furry head that had been buried in my arms moved, and my delicate fingers fumbled to pick up the crumpled drawing from the trash can beside the table.
One person and one piece of paper looked at each other for a long time.
Ji Sui watched her walk out of the study door with the sound of the door being closed and the faint sound of a paper shredder.
Seeing her walking out of the study room, Ji Sui subconsciously took two steps towards the door. After walking out, the first person who came forward to touch him was surprisingly determined this time. He was already in her
He walked around his feet twice, but he still had no intention of touching him.
Age:???
He waved it in front of her again as if he didn't believe it.
Don’t you pet the kittens that come to your door?
When did this person's concentration become so good?
The kitten is confused,
The kitten is puzzled,
Cat style grievance.
Song Shushu felt that he had used unprecedented self-control in his life to move his eyes away from the head of the cat that looked so easy to touch. Ever since there was a picture in his mind that should not exist, and he was in the study just now.
Something drawn unconsciously...
No matter what, she couldn't be allowed to play happily with Song Dameng in peace.
At least not in the short term.
"I'll go get you hot cat rice."
She comforted herself that Dameng was just hungry and had no intention of asking to be touched.
But the somewhat panicked steps at his feet and the slightly red tips of his ears gave away the slightest clues.
Ji Sui raised his eyebrows. He had seen this evasive look occasionally when Ji Qinghuan secretly fell in love with the cat.
Could it be that Song Shushu is in love?
When he thought of this possibility, his wild eyes became a little darker.
But there is no other member of the opposite sex around her, right?
The outside world often praises Ji Sui, saying that he has an elegant temperament. Although his methods in the shopping mall are a bit harsh, no matter which circle he is in, who can make a name for himself, which one is really good-tempered and soft-handed?
Regardless of whether the rumors are true or false, Ji Sui did pretend to be modest, but now, that mask is being shattered inch by inch.
When Song Shushu came over with his little rice bowl, what he saw was a gloomy little black cat.
what happened?
In less than ten minutes, he went from a lively little black cat to a wilted, faded kitten?
She couldn't understand something.
But I still know that Su’s own kittens are a bit clingy.
The chicken that was simply hot was still a bit hot, so it was inedible to eat it now.
Song Shushu stretched out her fingers and pinched his ears. She liked the feel of his ears very much. They were warm and elastic, like a piece of jelly with a unique feel.
The black ears twitched twice. Song Shushu originally thought that he wouldn't be able to touch them this time. It seemed that this kitten didn't like having its ears or belly touched very much.
But what he didn't expect was that the kitten took the initiative to put his head under her hand that was hanging in the air. Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, with her head raised, she asked with a puzzled look: Why don't you touch me anymore?
Song Shushu's face turned bloody because of the cute scene he had made up in his mind, but the strength of his hand was still gentle. This opportunity to actively throw himself into his arms did not come often. What if he didn't serve him well this time, and there would be no next time?
She was determined not to let this happen!
Song Shushu had a great time petting the cat. After staying with him for a long time, she had learned a lot of tricks that really made him feel comfortable. Her kitten was well-behaved but arrogant. It would not purr when it was touched comfortably, and it would not purr when it was uncomfortable.
He endured it obediently. Except for the occasional mistake when one person and one cat didn't get used to each other at the beginning, he is now a mature "technician".
Her body temperature is considered low among ordinary humans, which may have something to do with her cold constitution, but for a cat with a high body temperature and a thick layer of hair, her slightly cool body temperature is even more obvious.
At the age of 30, she felt extremely comfortable, so comfortable that she wanted more, and his scent was all over her body.
This is an instinct from animals, wanting to mark their mates to warn outsiders.
So what if someone really got in touch with her in a place he didn't notice. He was still somewhat confident in himself at this age. He was sincere and the gold and stone were open. He stayed here and believed that Song Shushu would still treat him.
I feel a little bit fond of it.
All kinds of thoughts went through his mind over and over again, and the cat looked more and more well-behaved. It was a soft ball that wanted Song Shushu to hold it in his arms and kiss it countless times.
Song Shushu cherished these few moments of intimacy, and obeyed her heart and stroked the little black cat from head to tail. When her hand was about to touch his tail, she did not show any resistance as before.
The frequency of ear shaking is slightly faster.
She didn't know where Song Dameng's sudden attitude of being able to tolerate such an intimate move came from and how long it would last. For her, everything that happened to this kitten was novel and happened all the time.
Attract all her attention.
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He stretched out a finger to push the kitten's head away a little, showing the attitude of a scumbag who got out of bed and turned against him.
"My food is ready and yours is cold. It's time to eat."
I grinded my teeth quite a bit when I was 7 years old.
His eyes were staring at the white palm that was gradually moving away from him, wanting to bite something...
He wasn't hungry at all now and didn't want to eat. He just wanted to hold that slender and somewhat heartless person in his arms.
Song Shushu took the chopsticks and put it into his mouth for a moment, and his piercing eyes made him feel inexplicably a little hairy.
She stretched out her hand.
Silently, he pressed the little black head.
Even being watched by a cat while eating feels weird.
She pressed.
Lift it up at every age.
Press.
Lift up.
After doing this twice, she tentatively held up the one that was almost cold with her chopsticks. Looking at the inexplicably pitiful green vegetable, she asked in confusion: "Do you want to eat this green vegetable?"
When the vegetables were fried, only a little bit of oyster sauce and soy sauce were added. It should be fine if given to him?
Song Shushu looked at the green leaf that caught his eye from nowhere, and his mind wandered, trying to understand his brain circuit.
Years old:......
Who wants to eat that tasteless green leaf?
The amber-like eyes are filled with some malicious meaning, and the aggressive gaze lingers between the pink part that was pressed with a little force and the delicate lower lip that was bitten unconsciously, as if it were real.
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Like a vigilant little animal that always makes accurate judgments about dangerous environments, Song Shushu slowly retracted his arm that had been holding up for a long time and felt numb.
Along the way, he put the pitiful-looking little green leaf into the shallow dish in front of Ji Sui.
She had read on a post before that using black tableware for cats, especially drinking utensils, would increase the cat's interest in drinking water.
Although Song Dameng is a very well-behaved kitten, including but not limited to: eating on time, never scratching on the sofa, being very affectionate, and not playing disco at night...
But she bought all the items she could buy according to the little tricks she saw, so the green vegetables fell into a shallow dish that was completely black, with a light starry sky gray on the edge, and "stars all over the sky" inside.
inside.
But the kitten with an incomprehensible expression just glanced at it and then looked away.
That poor little green vegetable was just moved from one place where no one cared about to another place where no one cared about it.
Song Shushu couldn't explain why he felt for a moment that his kitten's eyes were full of oppression when he looked at him.
As if being targeted by some large and ferocious wild animal, the neurons responded one step ahead of the brain, and a current rushed down the spine to the brain.
She poked at the teriyaki chicken wings that had been poked so hard that her original appearance was almost invisible. She didn't dare to look up at him, so she could only say in a dull voice: "Don't be stunned, hurry up and eat."
Ji Sui's eyes swept over her face and body inch by inch, as solemnly as if he was confirming her right of ownership.
As a human being, those dark emotions that should not appear at this moment may be well hidden under a perfect skin. But after putting on this layer of "cat skin" that no one recognizes, they are too lazy to hide it.
It doesn't matter, even if an annoying third person appears, before they have any protected relationship, he can make Song Shushu interested in him again.
Just as he was thinking wildly, on the other side of the table, Song Shushu finished his dinner in a few moments in this somewhat strange atmosphere, quickly and perfunctorily put away the tableware, and quickly left the table.
I don’t know why, but this meal actually made me feel a little uncomfortable.
Song Shushu put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, poured some dishwashing liquid, and wiped the water droplets off his hands before he felt that the hairs on his arms were beginning to calm down.
When I was Ji Sui, I watched her come out of the kitchen and sit quietly on the sofa for a while, then took her temperature with a pious look.
After repeatedly confirming that his body temperature was normal and that he did not catch a cold and develop a fever while sitting in front of the window for half an afternoon, Song Shushu felt at ease and put behind him the lingering feeling of being spied on tonight.
The living room became quiet again.
After autumn, the nights became colder and colder. Although Song Shushu always liked the coolness, he didn't want to be exposed to the bitingly moist and cold air when he came out of the warm bed early in the morning. So he kept the gauze curtains cool for most of the summer.
This time it finally hung down by the window in an orderly manner.
The black shadow falling on the curtain gradually grew larger, and stopped when it became as big as a leopard.
Under the moonlight of the full moon, the black fur seemed to be covered with a layer of luxurious gauze. With the breathing, the light halo floated and was so dazzling that it could make the heaven and earth eclipse.
The amber eyes, which were already full of mystery, had some tiny rays of light in them, flickering brightly and dimly as the sight moved.
When Ji Sui looked down at his body, which was more than twice as big as before, his expression was incomprehensible.
So is this the abnormality that Aten sent him in the middle of the night saying that something might happen recently?
With this look, you definitely can't sneak to the next door as easily as before. Not to mention whether it will be seen by people who haven't slept yet, and besides, with this appearance that is four or five times bigger, you definitely can't pass through the previous efforts to conceal it.
The window gaps are intentionally left small.
The clear and shallow moonlight reflected in his eyes, as if they had fallen into a lake hiding a mysterious mechanism.
The big cat's face was calm, but its tail that kept waving in the air revealed a somewhat restless mood.
Ding Xiaojing yawned all the way, and his steps were a bit erratic.
"It really turned a good monster with a regular schedule into a different kind of monster who lives day and night."
"Ahhhhh!"
"Work makes the demon lose its hair!"
The wooden bracelet that had been wrapped around his body and was mistaken for some kind of decoration slowly stretched out a thin branch, rustling up his arm, and tugged on his collar.
"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing, there is someone in front of you."
A certain little monster walking quickly on the wall of a low alley stopped moving, carefully avoiding a few drunkards on the roadside.
After walking far away, he taught the little vine demon who was still new to the world: "See, those are all drunkards. Alcohol is not a good thing, and those who love drinking are not a good thing either."
A Teng stretched out a leaf and looked behind him. The man who was noisy before was now lying on the ground, still cursing uncleanly.
"But, he is still memorizing the text after being drunk. Can't this be considered a good thing?"
When Ding Xiaojing heard this, his furry face showed a bit of bewilderment.
He didn't know where his ears were, so he simply took out a paw and gently gathered the densely wrapped vines around his body to cover his chest.
"They are not good children like Xiao Sui who go to school obediently. You can't remember a word they say."
He regrets it now. If he had known it, he would not have made the prototype. If it were in human form, he could have called the police to deal with those drunkards fighting in the street.
Thinking like this, the four-legged pace quickened a little. If it weren't for the rule that no spells could be used without reason, he wouldn't have gone into this dark alley.
But who made this Bodhisattva-hearted little vine be so soft-hearted? He expected that something might happen to that person today, so he only sent text messages to remind him three or two times, but actually decided to take a look.
Ding Xiaojing raised his head and glanced at the shining moon in the sky, and the resentment on his body seemed to be solidified.